Saunders Ferry Lane

It's sixty-six and cloudy here this morning

And I'll make a bet those clouds will turn to rain

The weather's rusted out the sign, and I almost missed the time

That'll take me down to Saunders Ferry Lane

The creaking boards of the empty dock are the only sounds I hear

And the sign on the catfish stand says, closed till spring

Summer drowned in the frozen lake as the winter came to life

And nothing moves in Saunders Ferry Lane

Nothing moves in Saunders Ferry Lane

The gentle arms that held me

And made me want tomorrow, now are gone

We found so much comfort in the way we loved each other

Then the angels came as quietly as a dawn

Raindrops mingle with the leaves that tumble to the ground

As I find my way to the spot where we once lay

But the grass is dead, the life is gone and the birds have flown away

It's awful cold in Saunders Ferry Lane

Awful cold in Saunders Ferry Lane

The gentle arms that held me

And made me want tomorrow, now are gone

We found so much comfort in the way we loved each other

Then the angels came as quietly as a dawn

It's thirty-two and raining here this evening

And I'll make a bet that rain will turn to snow

I'll make a bet that rain will turn to snow